Monday, November 03, 2008

'THERE IS WIND WHERE THE ROSE WAS ...' ~ NOVEMBER

~ Fading memories
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November


There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me, Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
~ Walter de la Mare

17 comments:

cherry said...

Beautiful Miss Joey !

garden girl said...

gorgeous photo Joey.

Muddy Boot Dreams said...

Stunning, love the layering. You have immense patience.
Jen

Cindy said...

I love the effect of the photo and it's perfect for the poem. "Your ghost where your face was." How poignant.

nancybond said...

That poem is one of my favorites -- and your lovely photo is a perfect side dish. :)

JGH said...

Sad poem... but a beautiful picture.

racquel said...

I love the effect of the scenery showing through the transparent petals of that rose. A lovely but melencholy poem today.

Philip Bewley said...

I am in awe over your image.
Perfectly captures the season and the poem by Walter de la mare is the perfect accompaniment.
Best regards,
Philip

Brenda@View From The Pines said...

A little eerie. I posted on shadows and reflections today! Great minds think alike?
Brenda

Rose said...

Such a sad poem, but a lovely photo. The photo reminds me of "A Rose for Emily" by Faulkner; it would be the perfect illustration for that story, Joey.

Patsi said...

Sad poem.
Love the pic...shades of gray.
Very interesting.

Karen - An Artist's Garden said...

beautiful joey.
K

Roses and stuff said...

Joey, that's a brilliant combination - the beautiful photo and the lovely poem.
Katarina

spookydragonfly said...

It is a bittersweet poem with a hauntingly beautiful image!

joey said...

Thank you, all, for each kind comment (catching up after a week away from home). We all seem to feel the same ... there is something hauntingly beautiful about November.

Anne said...

Lovely combining of photo art and poem! I love the flow of your blog.

Anonymous said...

i have an assignment to explain this poem from my English teacher.. could you please help me with it? can you please explain me the meaning in brief of this poem ?
amypinkprincess@gmail.com
thanks !

Amy